I tossed mine because they were falling apart - $30 cheapies from Marshall's - so now I'm on the hunt again for this winter.

OMG, my dad met my director at a board meeting the other day and was all "My daughter, Sara, work for you in the archive." facepalm Astro = small and incestuous. And now that's twice that I know of that he's used me, a pretty much peon, as a namedrop. Tickles me silly.

Last winter I had no idea folk anywhere switched tires with the seasons. But in talking to people at work and at the dojo, that seems to be the thing to do here.

My fam switched to snow tires every winter we lived in Colorado. They really do help.

Come to think of it, my dad did while we were growing up - I remembered changing the snow tires on my parent's '73 Mercury once I was old enough to drive. Later they switched to all-season tires for the cars but still used snow tires on the truck in winter.

Congrats, Sara!

Congratulations sarameg.

At Isaac's request we went around the neighborhood to look at Halloween decorations. Holy handgrenades! I had no idea! There are a couple outstanding houses. I knew about the one done up like a proper English churchyard with a giant Death looming over it, we drive by it when we take Franny to school. But there were more! One house had a full moon over it, and a witch flew past it. Plus they had all the great MGM monsters in the yard.

These I clutch to my bosom and go HELLS YEAH. I was a very important part of them. I've worked my ass off on them.

Oh, sara, go you!

And is it OK to say that it makes me so happy to read somebody being happy regarding what they had been doing? Your joy, in both the awards and in acknowledging that you deserve them, was so much fun to read.

We just finished one of the hottest scorches of the year yesterday. I do not know what is this winter thing which you are speaking of.

My parents used to switch to snow tires in the winter when we lived in Alpena, MI. It's a ways north of Detroit, though, and gets more snow.

I haven't had winter boots since I moved to NC. If I decide to visit the UP with my distant cousin from Finland next March I'll need to get a pair. I'll also probably want one of those big, down, duffle coats. (And when I'm back in NC I could probably convert it to a feather bed, because goodness knows there's no call for those coats here.)

OMG, my dad met my director at a board meeting the other day and was all "My daughter, Sara, work for you in the archive." facepalm Astro = small and incestuous.

As it turns out, I have yet to meet anyone in my field in Boston that I don't already have at least one connection to -- interviewed with one person who used to be my father's boss and another who knows a good family friend well, was introduced to a good contact by two different people, as well as yesterday's story about the person who already knows my parents. The world is very small.

I have a kitten on my shoulder. I'm only partly awake, so I'm not sure I'm not hallucinating it.